Another meeting schedules me. Another phone call interrupts. A text dings on my cell. I jot a note down to attend to later and somehow hope its purpose will rise at a remembered time or just in time. Two more conversations demand focus and attention before I can, with measured intent, inhale and arrest the […]
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In South Carolina, down along a branch of the old Dixie Highway, known as the Augusta Road, serenely shouldering the road is Lickville Presbyterian Church. Passersby traveling at 65 m.p.h. toward a focused destination might chance her postcard setting piercing their thought with a subdued and undisturbed scene. But too fast and too soon the
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Words travel. And by this I mean to say spoken words do not just fall upon someone’s ears, but they also change meanings and can become unrecognizable from their origin. Thanks to my good brother in Christ, Bill Carroll, who gave to me a brief read entitled, “Out of Solitude” by Henri Nouwen, I re-read
“For we through the Spirit eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness by faith” (Galatians 5:5). With a wry smile, the old man looked at me and said, “Whenever you take a golf lesson and the teacher tells you to do one thing, do the opposite and you will find whatever that is works.” And
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